Just a flip of a calendar page and January is gone. Just like that. I’m a year older, and I’m not sure I’m ready for it all.
The things I looked forward to as the future are now the past. And I’m looking forward to so much, anticipating and nervous, but I know it’ll come. Just like that. And then It will go. And I may never see it again.
The things I looked forward to as the future are now the past. And I’m looking forward to so much, anticipating and nervous, but I know it’ll come. Just like that. And then It will go. And I may never see it again.